Four months later, Griffin pulled his car over in front of a stately marble townhouse in Manhattan. “Welcome home,” he said to Angela as he helped her out of the car.

Angela stood looking at the three-story elegant building with Juliet balconies anchoring each of the large expansive windows. She could imagine Rory and their soon-to-be baby girl sleeping peacefully in their rooms, the breeze wafting in through the open windows, gently ruffling the curtains. The image made her ...